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Sometimes at night, Yetti comes to see me.
During the day, he never dares.
He brings in smells of mystic distant countries.
You never know him, you already sleep fast.
He walks through my flat, radio excites him.
He's scared of light bulbs, I know him very well.
Silently chatting in soul's esperanto,
it occurs to me, he could be me as well.
Did he walk all the way or did he use the train?
There might be more of them, strolling through the world.
He watches you sleeping, lovely and dreaming,
and then in yerning he howls to the Moon.
Did he walk all the way or did he use the train?
There might be more of them, strolling through the world.
He watches you sleeping, lovely and dreaming,
and then in yerning he howls to the Moon.
Sometimes at night, Yetti comes to see me.
My friend Yetti seeks a hideout here.
Together, we have cigarette or two.
And then he makes off before you could know.